What was your first experience in Guangzhou?

It was a spring, and there was no special night. The clouds burned on the horizon, dyeing half the sky red. The teachers and classmates of our art class all arrived at Lianjiang Station. It was a small and shabby railway station, and there were almost no people except an old man in a loose uniform and several middle-aged people carrying chickens, ducks and sweet potatoes. We went through the humble ticket gate and boarded a green leather car, which was a train bound for Guangzhou. I have never been on a train before. Every time I see a train passing through a mountain forest, I feel that the train is very small. I wonder how it can accommodate so many people. When I got into the carriage, I found it very spacious and much bigger than the car. Students bring snacks and playing cards and laugh at each other. Very lively. The bright carriage, next to familiar classmates, feels like a tour group, and I can't say how excited I am. There is a classmate clamoring to play with a tractor, which is the kind of card game where several decks of cards are mixed together enough to make you in a hurry. Other places are called "upgrade" or "80 points", which is too straightforward and really boring. I'm not good at playing tractors, because I can't remember the cards I played. Who doesn't have spades and clubs and who still has an A or a pair of kings in his hand? I always make my partner angry, so I don't play much.

I made room for the bathroom. When I came back, I heard someone calling my name behind me in the corridor. I turned around and saw a beautiful girl looking at me in surprise. She is wearing a small dark blue coat, a knee-length skirt and a long hair shawl. She looked at me with big smiling eyes, put her hand over her mouth and smiled: "It's really you!" " She smiled and bent down, stretched out her other hand and gesticulated and asked, "You are so tall. Are you alone? Where are you going? "

I stammered and didn't call myself: "I, I went to Guangzhou for an exam and went with my classmates." Turning around and pointing to the distant classmates, to be honest, I don't like to meet acquaintances on the road, especially those who don't know how to say hello, but she is different. She is so warm and cheerful that she doesn't care if I call her sister. Meeting her will never make you embarrassed, and her smile can dissolve all embarrassment and formality and make people feel happy. She is the daughter of my father's colleague, older than me. Her brother and I are very good friends and study in the same primary school. When she went to see her brother, I met him several times from afar, but we didn't talk much. Some senior bad guys always like to stay where she passes in advance. When she approached, she pretended to peek at her chest inadvertently. After she left, she commented on her figure and said some vulgar words. I didn't stop them. I have neither the courage nor the mood. If you really go to stop them, they will ask if you are having an affair, why do you protect her, what does it have to do with you and so on. You can't argue with them. They're like crazy people. The louder and meaner they talk, the more embarrassed they will be. They will never be ashamed of what they have said. They enjoy it. Every time I see a beautiful girl, I think of a group of people. It's really unbearable. If you like a girl, how can you say that to her? I've never seen anyone throw cow dung on flowers. I don't understand. Sometimes I feel sorry for girls. There will always be a group of people pointing fingers at you anyway. Whether you laugh or cry, lively or shy, enthusiastic or indifferent, smart or dull, beautiful or ugly, they will always find reasons to insult you. Yes, they will even carve your name in public, and you can't do anything about it.

My beautiful sister gave me 200 yuan before returning to my seat, and smiled and asked me to buy something delicious on the way. She doesn't need to give me money at all. We don't know each other well. She is not much older than me, and it is not a Chinese New Year holiday. It's very kind of her. I can't accept others' anyway, but she is different. She really wants me to buy something delicious. If I don't accept it, she will be really angry, not just talking. Besides, she smiles so sincerely and charming that it is difficult for you to say no in front of her. I'm not good at rejecting others. I don't want to upset her. But I didn't show much desire, just whispered no, and she put it in my pocket without hesitation. But she is an angel, and I have missed her for a long time.

I am very happy to go back to my seat. My classmates have gathered enough people to play tractors. I leaned back and watched them play. They shouted one by one to hit each other's "big barrels", but there were not many good cards in their hands. The worse the cards are, the more fierce they shout, as if all his hands were tractors. They don't care much about winning or losing. In contrast, letting the other side be fooled by the wrong card can make them happier. Maybe this is the embodiment of high level. They can tell everyone how bad his cards are and how to make a comeback by bluffing. The guy at the other table suddenly burst into laughter and almost didn't spray all the melon seeds on the table to the guy opposite. Is there gold hidden in the melon seeds? I can't imagine anything so funny. I went to ask them, and they kept laughing. I have to say that they are crazy and that other passengers are watching. They held back for a while, and then laughed louder.

Next morning, we arrived in Guangzhou before dawn. The teacher threw me a piece of gum and said, "You've been driving all night, so you'd better chew a piece of gum in the morning." This is his experience of often taking long-distance buses. When we walked out of the platform, the three red traditional characters of "Guangzhou Station" stood high on the roof. The wide square is crowded with foreigners dragging heavy luggage. We call them fishermen, which is discrimination, but we enjoy it. Maybe people in Guangzhou call us that too. There are soldiers standing at intervals in the square, and the air is mixed with shouts and car noises, like countless flies buzzing around you. I've never seen so many people. I can't see the edge at a glance, it's dark. They look cold and dirty. Some sit on the ground to rest, some move slowly with snakeskin bags on their backs, and some look around while nursing their children in their arms. I don't know why they are here or where they are going. I don't care at all. I only care about who is the bad guy. I want to stay away from him. I looked around warily, grabbed my wallet in my inner pocket and carried my luggage on my chest. The teacher reminded us that Guangzhou Railway Station is one of the most chaotic places in China. Stealing and kidnapping are everywhere, and group fighting is not a problem.

We came to the East Bus Station in the railway station square, sat on the iron railing with a smile, and watched countless buses with black smoke stop rudely, spit out a lot of people, and then filled a car full of people and swaggered away. The teacher walked around and carefully compared the stops of each car. When he came back, he took us behind the longest line. The last person to get on the bus had to press the door tightly, and the driver closed it five times before trying to close it. In fact, it's not too crowded, as long as everyone moves in a little, it's okay, but the people inside don't care that your head is caught by the door. They complained about why they didn't drive yet, and clamored for you to wait for the next bus in a reproachful tone. Although we were in a mess, at least the whole class got on the bus. I stood by the window holding the back of my chair and looked at the scenery of Guangzhou through the window. The bus went around the railway station about 800 times, got on the overpass, ran for three minutes, and then became weak. It is surrounded by countless cars in the middle of the road and can't advance or retreat. It's called traffic jam. Every time someone is late on TV, they will say that there is traffic jam on the road, so that I think traffic jam is something to show off, at least it shows that your city is very prosperous and there are many cars. Lianjiang never gets stuck in traffic. As long as there are cracks in the road, people can pass through. Whoever uses traffic jam as an excuse will be fined by the teacher for 30 hours.

When I was groggy, the classmate next to me pulled my skirt. I turned to look at him. He pouted out of the window and said, "Sun Yat-sen University." I looked up and saw only a blue archway door flash by. I couldn't see what it was, but I pretended to see it and said to another classmate, "Look, Sun Yat-sen University." Sun Yat-sen University is the most famous university in Guangdong. Seeing it, I seem to be edified and feel taller. I couldn't help looking down at a circle of carriages, but no one paid attention to us. Most of them look numb and seem to be on their way to the execution ground. After the meeting, the gate of Sun Yat-sen University appeared again. This gate is bigger and more magnificent. It should be the main entrance. After a while, we saw the school gate of Sun Yat-sen University, which read the East Gate of Sun Yat-sen University. We looked at each other in surprise. Sun Yat-sen University is bigger than Lianjiang City, and I was shocked. Lianjiang is mainly a people's avenue. It only takes ten or twenty minutes to walk from east to west, but we can see the three consecutive gates of Sun Yat-sen University in ten minutes by car. Is it possible for the bus to detour, too? I don't know, this is my first time to take a bus.

After more than an hour, we got off at a place called Kecun. A thin guy came slowly with his head down. I can't see him clearly. He walked to the bus. There is a hand sticking out of the window in the car. He quickly tore off the bracelet on that hand and swaggered away. The woman in the car shouted something, but the car had already started and didn't mean to stop. She poked her head out and called for a thief, but no one answered. She seems to be facing it. I watched the man cross the road in amazement, standing in a daze, afraid to chase.

We dragged our luggage along the road and stopped at the gate of a big hotel. Looking at the magnificent lobby, our excitement was beyond words, and our previous fatigue and anxiety vanished. The teacher went to the reception desk and asked for a long time. He came back and took us into a path on the right after suffering countless supercilious glances from the staff. The road is lined with shabby little houses. On a small slope, he found the hotel we booked. It is a three-story self-built house with a small door. It passes through a small yard, where there is a reception desk and a dining room, and there is also a statue of Guan Gong, holding a dragon crescent moon blade with fruits and electronic candles on it. The incense burner is real. Is the boss a gangster? I saw in Hong Kong movies that the underworld had to pay homage to Guan Gong at an important juncture. My heart is tight and I walk carefully. We live on the second floor. The room is large enough for seven or eight single beds. Mosquito nets are hung on every bed, which looks good as a whole. There is no graffiti or writing on the wall. There are several Northeasters staying with us in the hotel. They are tall and strong, and one of them has a thick gold necklace around his neck. I wonder if it's true. They often stand at the door and smoke. We never talk to them, only a little girl in our class covers her nose and says loudly, "Excuse me!" " "She said it twice every time, first in Cantonese, then in Mandarin. Northeast men slowly throw away cigarette butts, wring them dry with their feet, and then turn around and leave. They won't make way for you, but they always make you think they just left after smoking.

In the evening, we were watching TV in our room, and the vice president who was on a business trip in Guangzhou came to see us. He is in his thirties. He is short, clean and a little fat. As soon as he entered the door, he smiled, very kind, like an uncle next door. We are watching Tony Leung Chiu Wai's version of the duke of mount deer. He says he likes it very much, but he prefers Stephen Chow's version of the duke of mount deer. No, I can't compare it, but I have seen a Chinese Odyssey, which is a very good movie. There are some scenes that are not suitable for children, such as Stephen Chow rubbing Karen Mok's chest hard on the top of the cliff, like kneading noodles; When Pig Bajie saw his bride Athena Chu, his little brother overturned the table, etc. I have no doubt that Stephen Chow's version of the duke of mount deer has a similar scene. I wonder what the vice president thinks. Will he tell us to be a decent person? Maybe he won't. Maybe this is the difference between him and the principal. The headmaster is black and thin, tall, with heavy eyebrows and a loud voice. He never smiles. He always teaches us to be decent people at every meeting. Vice principal is just the opposite. In every way, this combination is quite funny. Maybe it should be called complementarity. Others only know that husband and wife should complement each other. Can't the principal and the vice principal complement each other? The vice principal patted us on the shoulder when he left, wishing us good grades and being admitted to an ideal school.

On the day of the exam, we went to the examination room by bus, which is the school we want to go to. It's only 50 cents three stops from the hotel. It's really cheap to take a bus in Guangzhou, even if you take a dozen or twenty stops, it's fifty cents. The same is fifty cents. My classmate asked him why he didn't take the terminal. I think he is very clever. I whispered in his ear, we'll do it after the exam, and it's best to sit in the sky.

This is a strange school. Its name is long and difficult to remember. It has two campuses, but they are very close, about one or two hundred meters apart. Maybe there were two schools before, but then they merged. Who knows? I'm just guessing. Our test center is in the west campus, which is not big. Compared with Sun Yat-sen University, it is really nothing to mention. Just as its reputation is almost unknown, it is only one road away from Sun Yat-sen University, so I have to compare it. We took the exam in a four-story concave house, which was neither too old nor too new. The classroom is spacious and bright, and downstairs is an unknown big tree and small garden. Looking from the window, there is a lush, and birds are singing.

We take turns to take different subjects in several different classrooms, and the culture class is also a separate examination of the school newspaper, which is relatively rare. In the sketch test, a plaster head is placed on a table in the middle of the classroom, with lights on both sides of the plaster head, and more than a dozen candidates set up drawing boards to form a half-moon shape. I'm in the back of the plaster. In front of me is a little man with messy hair, like a haystack of pig arches. I estimate him to be one and a half meters. He didn't block my view. I am grateful to him, but his drawing board is very high. When painting, he should stand on tiptoe and raise his head. Every time he raises his hand, he shows half his ass. It's really hard. He wants to see the whole picture and retreat to me. He bumped into my drawing board several times, but he was not shy at all and didn't say sorry. It seems that he is the only one who took the exam. What is more unbearable is that his paintings are black. When he paints, he must use an eraser three times. You can't see what he painted at all. The eraser wiped everything, but it was still dirty. If I were a teacher, I wouldn't even take a look at his paintings. On the side is a tall man with long hair covering half his face. He poked it with a pencil and an orchid finger from time to time. I thought it was a girl, but I didn't know it was a man until I saw it for a long time. I couldn't help but feel queasy. I think I must be crazy. How can I care about these people during the exam?

The final exam is math. I heard that math is very important. You can practice logical reasoning and abstract thinking, and you must take an exam to learn art. Perhaps experts think that drawing a good picture is the result of logical reasoning, and perhaps Picasso's three-dimensional painting provides them with inspiration. But I think you can draw a good picture because you have a good picture in your heart, and your hand can show the picture in your heart, which is indispensable. In a word, I don't like math very much, because I don't have any logical thinking ability, I lack all abilities, I hate all subjects, and I can't fucking do anything. If someone asks me what I think when I see a fire in the dark wilderness, I will probably think it's a ghost fire and run. I will probably do half of the questions in the math exam, and the other half don't even understand them, so I have to look around for the possibility of cheating. But you should know that in a strange environment, surrounded by strangers, it is impossible to cheat, and there are no math books under your ass. There is still a lot of time, and I don't want to check the test paper. If I look at those annoying topics again, I'll go crazy. People around me are very serious about this problem. I pretended to think about the clothes I bought under the Kecun interchange last night. The clothes temporarily put out by the roadside there are cheap and of good quality, much better than those in Lianjiang industrial market. I bought a brown casual shirt. I smell pickles every time I eat them, but my classmates say the clothes are not bad. A classmate bought a dark blue T-shirt, and everyone said yes when they saw it. Female classmates praised him for being handsome. I don't know whether it's the clothes or his people. I plan to buy one at night. Suddenly there was snoring from behind. I look back. That is a big fat man. He slept soundly at his desk and drooled on the paper. I don't know if this paper can still be used. The invigilator didn't hear him, and he didn't wake him up when he walked by.

After the exam, the school also arranged for us to go to a nearby hospital for physical examination, saying that candidates who are color blind and have serious diseases should not. Color blindness? I haven't heard that color blindness can also study art. What's the difference between watercolor painting and sketch? I'm afraid I won't draw a purple apple with red leaves, green flowers and purple flowers. Ha ha ha, this school is really humorous. But it's hard to say. I heard that a group of impressionists abroad have done many incredible things, not to mention the wrong color. They can even put their asses on their heads and paint nuns as prostitutes. In their eyes, all rules can be broken, only you can't think of it, nothing is impossible. That's interesting, but how to judge and appreciate it has become a difficult problem. If the headmaster of our school sees the need to hold a school meeting overnight, I don't want to move a small bench and listen to him talk about how to be a decent, educated, hardworking, respectful and polite person for three or four hours in the middle of the night.

On the last day, we went to Guangzhou Zoo. Because it's not a weekend, it will rain lightly and there are few people inside. I don't know whether I should go to see the animals or let them see me, but they don't look at me very much because I don't want to give them cookies and bananas. Most of them threw me a big ass and slept soundly, only a few birds and monkeys screamed and jumped around.

In the evening, we returned to Lianjiang by bus, ending our trip to Guangzhou.